A high-level, compliant reception and the Rule Envoy's show of force

Lynn sat behind her desk, looking at the light screen.

On the light screen, a slender humanoid figure composed of pure light and Runes descended straight down into the White Bone Hall.

The Technician's terrified report still echoed in my ears.

Phoenix Firewall is ineffective.

All conceptual defense systems cannot lock onto it.

The other party is penetrating the Management Committee's heavily fortified space in an incomprehensible way.

This is a form of Dimensionality-Reduction Strike.

They disregard reason and rules, crushing their opponents with absolute power.

Lynn's expression remained unchanged.

He picked up his teacup and blew on the tea leaves floating on the surface.

Especially at times like these, you must not follow the other party's rhythm. If the other party wants to use force to subdue everything, then you should refuse to talk about force with them.

Gwen Stacy.

"Yes, Director."

Gwen Stacy stood to the side, her Data Pad already displaying the Level 1 Emergency Response Contingency Plan.

"Notify Director Hela and Minister Wanda," Lynn said, setting down his teacup. "Activate the ' Cross-Dimension Envoy Reception Work Plan,' Level A."

Gwen Stacy paused slightly, taken aback.

Reception plan?

She looked at the figure on the screen, radiating a destructive aura; it didn't seem like someone who had come to visit.

"Yes."

Without asking any further questions, she immediately issued the Director's instructions on the Data Pad.

In the vast plaza in front of the White Bone Hall, space itself experienced a slight distortion.

The Golden Armored Envoy, known as the "Rule Envoy," appeared silently in the center of the square.

Its entire body was covered in seamless golden armor, its surface as smooth as a mirror, reflecting nothing. Its head had no facial features, only a smooth curved surface.

The moment it appeared, the surrounding air seemed to thicken. The stationed Undead Guard were frozen in place by an invisible force, completely still.

The Golden Armored Envoy raised one hand.

Its target was neither the guards nor the physical structure of the White Bone Hall.

It wants to directly read the underlying operating logic of this jurisdiction.

This is the most direct show of force, like an investigator barging into the master's study and flipping through the most private diary.

Just then, two groups of people emerged from the White Bone Hall.

Leading the group were Stability Maintenance Office Director Hela, and Wanda, the Technology Minister.

Neither of them wore War Armor, but rather formal attire befitting the highest-ranking officials in the Management Committee. Hela was dressed in all black, her sharp lines giving her a cold and imposing presence. Wanda, on the other hand, wore a deep red suit, which accentuated her powerful aura.

Behind them followed a team of Liaison Office officers in white uniforms, each carrying a Data Pad.

The whole scene didn't look like a standoff; it looked more like a high-level diplomatic reception.

The Golden Armored Envoy lowered his hand, his smooth helmet turning towards the approaching group.

Hela stopped ten meters away from the other person. She didn't look at him, but glanced at the Data Pad in her hand.

"Welcome, Special Envoy, to the Negative Zone Management Committee for your guidance."

Her voice was flat, devoid of emotion, and in a standard official tone.

"I am Hela, Director the Stability Maintenance Office of the Management Committee. According to Article 7, Paragraph 3 of the ' Cross-Dimension Biological Quarantine Law,' all visitor entities from unreported Dimension must undergo mandatory energy disinfection and information feature code registration before entering the Core Zone of this jurisdiction."

She turned to the side, and two undead Technician in heavy protective suits pushed a complex piece of equipment forward.

"This is a compliance procedure; your cooperation is appreciated."

The Golden Armored Envoy stood motionless.

The air in the square seemed to freeze.

The scanning arm extending from the device slowly reached towards the Golden Armored Envoy. If it made the slightest move or released any hostile fluctuations, Hela would have ample legal grounds to define it on the spot as a "dangerous intruder that violently resists quarantine."

The silence lasted for about ten seconds.

In the end, the Golden Armored Envoy did not move.

It allowed the scanning beam of the instrument to sweep back and forth over its body, emitting a slight buzzing sound.

Wanda, standing behind Hela, wore a barely perceptible smile.

She stepped forward, the timing was perfect.

"Your Excellency, I am Wanda Maximoff, Technology Minister."

Her voice was much gentler than Hela's, carrying a professional enthusiasm.

"During the quarantine registration, in accordance with the ' Confidential Area Visitor Registration System,' you are required to fill out this ' Visitor Background Check and Visit Application Form,' form number C-1138."

She handed over the Data Pad she was holding.

"It's just a simple procedure to facilitate our comprehensive logistical and security support for your subsequent seven-day verification process."

On the Data Pad's light screen, densely packed entries filled the entire page, with small print below the titles indicating "Total 108 pages."

The Golden Armored Envoy's smooth helmet finally turned towards Wanda.

It seemed to be scrutinizing the person who dared to use a form against it.

Wanda's smile remained unchanged as she calmly met its gaze.

Another suffocating silence followed.

The Golden Armored Envoy took the Data Pad.

Its fingers swept across the light screen, without any physical touch, yet leaving behind lines of text composed of light.

It fills out the form extremely quickly, as if it were quite familiar with this process.

Hela and Wanda exchanged a glance.

They successfully pulled their opponent back from the brink of flipping the table. Once you're at the table, you have to follow the rules.

Lynn watched this scene from her office, a slight smile playing on her lips.

It's done.

Even the strongest individual, once trapped in the quagmire called "program," will have half of their strength wasted.

The atmosphere in the square had eased somewhat.

The Golden Armored Envoy's movements as he filled out the form were fluid and graceful.

One page, two pages, three pages...

Just when Wanda thought the other party would continue filling in the blanks and then drag her into the next process, the Golden Armored Envoy's finger stopped.

It stopped on page 12 of the form, in the "Department to be visited and reason for visit" column.

A line of golden text slowly appeared.

Then, a cold, electronically synthesized voice rang out in the square for the first time, not loud, but clearly reaching everyone's ears.

"First stop."

The Golden Armored Envoy raised his head, his smooth helmet facing Wanda.

"Inspecting the Chaos Energy Research Institute."